Ig Popper

Motherfucker! Keep it! Motherfucker! Keep it up.

This is too low. Moji, turn up the bass.

I told him. Get low. Hit the stick. Teach him how to hurt. Your big brother wants to be high. I'd rather

you. That's like a pipe. I can't see you. Go on. Bad luck. Bro, I know this. You can't fight

fire, **** play. I wish you well, my girl. Jack. Go hanging out to catch me, catch me raising hell.For

stepping stone. Hip hop or not. He laid out in that trunk.

Big, a big flash. All that Twitter pop. Hit your stupid ass, pop. Put a switch on that Draco gymnast.

They'll be jumping out their balls, popping the copy that have a man gotta slide it ain't no car. Track off

the jazz when we move. He wanna pass. Can't let him have I know for a fact these **** hoes. Where

they at when we be smashed. Pussy boy drop your low. Come through, spin and scramble matic. Slept

catch her all by doing nasty. I'm in a black truck on ass on this track. Get at. She also did. Man, she catch

you? Poor boy. Start cap, get you, hit you. Thank you. Pass. Tryna get everybody. Tryna put your whole

gang in a casket I told him get low, hit the stick, teach her how they'll hurt your big brother was a b r 1s I

rowdy. You just tryin to pop I can't see you go I bad little bro I know that you can't fight fire ****

play I wish you well my coach I go hanging out to catch me KP rising hell.

For a stepping stone. Hip hop or not. He laid out in that trunk.